Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away, there's where my heart is turning ever, there's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam. Still longing for the old plantation, and for the old folks at home.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6382 | 2020-10-27 17:07:46 | 52.80 | 99% |
| 2030 | 2020-05-05 23:52:43 | 48.10 | 98% |